Gold Medal
What do you think on that podium you’ve worked all your life to mount...
My Father’s Razor; Gold Medal, ; The Warehouse; The Day the Music Died; The Apartment
How I Write
First thing, I wake up. At 76 not being dead is essential. After breakfast I read poetry, novels, essays, everything. They’re all a part of my writing process.
IT; Not For Sissies; Funeral Mass; Bedding the Pale Goddess; Ars Poetica—Kind Of
For The Beatles IT was yeah, yeah, yeah, IT was across the universe. Dylan found IT in the captain’s tower between Ezra and Eliot, or possibly in the tightrope walker’s pants.